The Fall Lyrics

Niggas talk a lot, they ain't know what I'm on

I'm a boss, I'm a dog, military with the squad

Pussy fuck around and I'ma send his ass to God

With a cross, nothing wrong if a bitch won't fall

I'm the man, tell Uncle Sam I put on work, big plans

Might just end up on a shirt with no scan

A nigga came from the dirt with no brand

If my demons really shoot, it don't jam

Free Dotarachi out the pen

Booted up, man, you know what it is

I've been grinding, trying to handle biz

Sacrifice, gotta do it for the kids

Misfits, hopping out the whip

Bloodstains with some niggas from the Jane

That Novacane, propane in the tank

That dirty money means, more credit in the bank, nigga

No games, Crodie really let it bang, nigga

You a rat and a pussy, you cant hang with us

Best believe I get it done, all I see is red rum

Till somebody pull the plug, I get that bread, scrape every crumb

Flip that pack and throw some ones, tell them EMT the funds

Everybody got a gun, everybody finna run

Run, when you see me, I'ma stunt

I blow her back, I make her cum

And I ain't finished, I ain't done

Done, give a fuck about where you from

I shook hands with Dennis G, he said his son ain't heard of me

I let him know I got the key, I got that sauce and recipe

If I sign, it be to me, it be to me nigga

Niggas talk a lot, they ain't know what I'm on

I'm a boss, I'm a dog, military with the squad

Pussy fuck around and I'ma send his ass to God

With a cross, nothing wrong if a bitch won't fall

I'm the man, tell Uncle Sam I put on work, big plans

Might just end up on a shirt with no scan

A nigga came from the dirt with no brand

If my demons really shoot, it don't jam

Okay, okay, okay, I got it

I can't fall in love no more, these bitches really toxic

That's that Molly, Brittany, Tina, and that shit make you psychotic

Have you flirtin' with the stars like, Haley's Comet,

Whoa, don't get me started

Bitch, you coulda had it all and then you lost it

I wear my heart up on my sleeve, but now I'm heartless

Have some vultures straight feedin' on your carcass, damn

Niggas talk a lot, they ain't know what I'm on

I'm a boss, I'm a dog, military with the squad

Pussy fuck around and I'ma send his ass to God

With a cross, nothing wrong if a bitch won't fall

I'm the man, tell Uncle Sam I put on work, big plans

Might just end up on a shirt with no scan

A nigga came from the dirt with no brand

If my demons really shoot, it don't jam